[Epiphany]
[n] A moment of sudden revelation
Whoops new book! Also au that Michael can actually make friends
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Jeremy Heere. A kid who wasn't meant to stand out, he just made his way through life as it happened. He was mostly a go-with-the-flow kind of kid, usually just following what everyone else was doing. Hell, the kid didn't know what he was doing half the time, he got average grades, wore normal cheap clothes, and went through life doing only the things he had to do. His friend for years, Michael Mell, who was deemed as a nerd for his good grades, acceded him in everything he did, he was more good looking, of course he had better grades, he was being less antisocial, allowing the two to not hang out as often as they used to, and annoyance gnawed at Jeremy until no end. I guess annoyance isn't the right word, he wasn't annoyed at Michael for being happy and making friends, he was annoyed he was left out of it all. No more Apocalypse of the Dammed, no more sleepovers, no more getting stoned, all that was over now, Michael changed, and he needed to move on.
But how?
How do you move on from someone you've poured your heart and soul into, ranting and talking to them about everything, he couldn't give all that up. Michael was his only friend, how was he supposed to move on.
The bell snapped him out of his state as he shoved his binder and pencils into his bag and zippered it shut, slinging over his shoulder and following the crowd of people into the hallway, taking a right to finally get to his locker.
After a minute of walking down the endless halls, he was finally met with his locker, which had sticky notes all over them, saying things like gay slurs and such, calling him a fag, telling him to kill himself, most of them just saying gay on them though.
It was one year! And I don't even like her anymore!
He tore the sticky notes off and shoved them in his front backpack pocket, putting away the things he didn't need to take home and closing the door. He threw the bag back over his shoulder and waited for the bell to ring. Around five minutes later he hears the bell go off, and takes down the hallway, making a beeline towards the exit.
Pleasedontpopuppleasedontpopuppleasedontpopup
He silently chanted to himself as he pushed open the door, but not before hearing a his name from behind himself and being flung backwards, his back hitting the stone stairs before falling into the grass to the right of him.
Ow.
'Hey Jeremy! Would you like to go to the mall with me and my friends today? We're leaving in a few minutes, so you better think of your choice quick.'
Oh. It's Michael.
He tugged himself off the grass and shook strands of twigs from his hair before looking at the shorter boy in front of him. Jeremy liked the kid, he was very oblivious to others emotions though. He could never tell how others felt from the looks on their faces, they all looked the same to him really, so he never 'memorized' them. Yet the boy in front of him looked anxious, almost afraid he'd say no. Weighing his options (unintentional reference heck) he pulled himself up and sadly shook his head no.
'I would, but I have somewhere to be. You kn-'
'You never do anything Jeremy. We've been friends for years. I'm not that stupid.'
He cursed himself as he looked at the boy, and decided, let's let all my feelings out.
'I'm annoyed okay? I'm annoyed that we get to spend little to know time together anymore. I'm annoyed that all you do is hang out with your new friends and never help me with my homework for study, you're always busy. It's annoying! Imagine asking someone for something almost everyday, and hearing the same answer. After awhile you just stop trying, because Hell, you know what the answer will be.'
'Jeremy-'
'I'm not finished. Do you know how tired of grown of this? Tired of being left in the background, being the third wheel, having you drag me around to places because I don't want to say no to you. I'm tired! It's me or them! There's no way to balance them! They. Hate. Me. There's no other way to say it. Do you want proof here.'
He took out all the notes from his backpack and stuffed them into the red-hooded mans hands, pulling himself up as he did so.
'Look at them. That's their handwriting. We've been in classes for years, I'm not that oblivious. It's your choice. If you want to be happy, go with them, if you want me to be happy, hang with me! I honestly don't care about your choice.'
Silence passed as Jeremy held the tears back in his eyes, letting that out was nice, but not until he saw his friend walk over to the group, turning around and waving at him before walking away with the group.
And it was over. They rarely ever talked after. Jeremy sat in his room all day, while Michael hung out with his friends.
'I guess not all stories have happy endings. . .'
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